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I find more and more that married life suits me, odd as it may have sounded to anyone who knew me eight years ago. At that point in my life, I had just been horribly dumped by someone who was young and foolish and horribly self-centred and somehow I had become enamoured of him all through high school. Still, we live and learn and here I am with someone who devotes himself to me anew every single day. How long will it last? Who can say, but for now I will relish in the delight that someone finds me attractive, sexy, and everything they always wanted.

We just spent a wonderful long weekend away at the family's favourite vacation spot: Merimbula. A small on-the-water city that many aussies often visit as a fishing holiday spot. It was nice to get away from home, everyone needs a holiday now and then, and the weather in Merimbula is so much nicer than Rosedale at the moment. Never for a moment let anyone fool you into thinking that all of Australia is hot all year round. Tis not so in the southern states. Four seasons is a common thing here in Victoria, and sometimes all four in one day! Though, we aren't at an altitude that gets snow, so it's not a "true" winter in that aspect, but the weather does get odd. One minute it can be hot as heck, and the next it will be freezing because the wind just blew up and the sun was covered by a quickly drifting cloud. But Merimbula was beautiful and sunny. We did get a magnificent thunder storm in which we were, for about fifteen minutes, serenaded by the crash, boom, and very loud bang of the thunder clouds, accented by the blinding flashes of lightning that lit up the darkened skies. Excellent to watch, especially the ones out to sea that looked like they touched it. So we went down, caught some fish, turned a very lovely shade of red, followed by a nice dark brown, and came home and back to the real world where at this very moment, my husband's alarm is going off to wake him up to ready for work. Yes the real world is not always so fun. Ahh the life of being a baker. Up at midnight. And time for me to hit the hay.

As it goes, I've been keeping a small written diary since Jan 1 and I've only missed two days so far. Not too shabby. I've usually missed about two weeks by now. =P


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